...and dance by the light of the moon
I did a three mile walk tonight. Going with random shuffle on the ipod made for namely mediocre music, so my attention was diverted elsewhere. I was drawn to the moon. It was in plain view along one stretch, and I just kept staring at it. I thought about planetary motion. I thought about how small we are in the grand scope of the universe. I felt like maybe I had become some sort of fluid mass that was being controlled by the moon; like the tide of the sea, the moon was causing me to ebb back to the my watery home. I like getting absorbed in nonsensical flights of fancy. Letting my mind meld amorphously with my senses, blurring the lines between consciousness and pseudo-trance.
Anyway, when I came-to, I was made to think of the song sung by George and Mary Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life. "Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight? Come out tonight? Come out tonight? Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight... aaand dance by the light of the moon." This makes me think of one of those vivid memories of the past. Nick and I were watching the movie and enjoying this scene together. I think I was cuddled up next to him, and I remember the exchange of affection. It just seemed so real. It's painful to reflect on. Losing a connection like that. It hurts. Maybe we were both just blurring the lines between consciousness and pseudo-trance, on the same wave-length perpetuated by the same stale, yet mesmerizing note of the same mediocre song, and our minds indulged our senses and our senses responded with the warm fuzzies. "Aaand... dance by the light of the moon." :(
I juiced today. The chain is unbroken.
Anyway, when I came-to, I was made to think of the song sung by George and Mary Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life. "Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight? Come out tonight? Come out tonight? Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight... aaand dance by the light of the moon." This makes me think of one of those vivid memories of the past. Nick and I were watching the movie and enjoying this scene together. I think I was cuddled up next to him, and I remember the exchange of affection. It just seemed so real. It's painful to reflect on. Losing a connection like that. It hurts. Maybe we were both just blurring the lines between consciousness and pseudo-trance, on the same wave-length perpetuated by the same stale, yet mesmerizing note of the same mediocre song, and our minds indulged our senses and our senses responded with the warm fuzzies. "Aaand... dance by the light of the moon." :(
I juiced today. The chain is unbroken.